At half past six, Otoya packed up her things. When she looked up, her poor little glass door was almost broken open by a group of male colleagues. Among them were three or four female colleagues with extremely friendly facial expressions, but they didn't know what was going on inside.

What a little calculation.

Otoya smiled shyly, nodded, and said nothing. As soon as her slender and graceful body moved, the wave-like crowd outside the door dispersed automatically.

", Cleansing Banquet..." A male colleague who was not tall, slightly fat, and not too young spoke up.

How could Yinmi not remember the invisible cleansing banquet that repelled Fu Lingzhi, but she had to pretend that she didn't care and didn't remember. She opened her cherry red lips symbolically, and then curved a gentle smile, "Yes

Look, I forgot such an important thing." She quickly put down the stack of documents and said, "Wherever you want to go, I'll treat you."

Everyone was surprised by her generosity. They thought that people who came back from abroad were different. With so many people, not only did they go to top restaurants to eat and drink, but it also cost a lot to go to an inconspicuous small restaurant like that.

, this is the capital, not to mention, there must be a lot of activities after eating.

"Haha, Miss, where do you start with this? It is our honor at Poly to invite a genius like you. Naturally, we invite him. Haha, we invite him."

Probably because the light is sufficient, it makes Otoya's skin as fair as porcelain. At first glance, her eye shape is not as unique as red and phoenix eyes, but it is very attractive. The more you look at it, the more comfortable it is. When she smiles, she squints slightly, as if

In the Two Moon Bay, her eyes are not all black, but light brown. They look a little sickly and weak. They are so clear and comfortable to look at.

Such beauty is obvious but not obtrusive. Several female colleagues secretly thought that such a woman is not young, immature, half-dark, and most able to arouse people's imagination. Even they can't dislike her.

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Yinmi got in the car and soon arrived at the reserved place. It was a large restaurant with an antique style and very Beijing characteristics. Maybe they really thought that she grew up in Zurich, so they chose such a restaurant with local characteristics. She

She was in a good mood. Although it was a difficult choice for her to attack Poly and face Fu Lingzhi, she had no choice.

Entering the private room, as soon as she raised her head, Fu Lingzhi's sharp eyes shot towards her across the long dining table. He was sitting without an upright posture, lighting a cigarette in one hand, his slender knuckles and rounded fingertips glowing in the room.

The dim yellow light spots in the room, separated by the misty blue smoke, made his eyes look even more unpredictable. They were very thick, dark, and bottomless. They seemed lazy, but their eyes were sharp.

Otoya just felt that her head was big. Why was he there? The meal that she thought would be delicious suddenly became boring.

During the dinner, she felt like eating nothing. She sat diagonally across from Fu Lingzhi. There was a single seat on Fu Lingzhi's side, and he was alone. When he looked up casually, Otomi could always smell the faint but refreshing fragrance.

The smell of cigarette smoke that curled up her toes violently, it seemed that he had been lighting a cigarette. The hand holding the chopsticks passed her eyes less than five times. His hand was very thin, and the light blue meridians on the back of his hand were obvious. He did not

I love eating. No wonder I am so thin.

Everyone was having a lively meal, but Fu Lingzhi and Yinmi had their own thoughts. Yinmi was always avoiding his eyes, so bright and unrestrained, as if he could ignore the whole table and look at her so directly.

Come here, she is afraid that everyone will notice something, so she keeps going to the bathroom and driving

At first, some male colleagues asked her if the food was not to her liking, but later, as soon as she got up, everyone tacitly agreed. Otoya thought angrily, the evil Fu Lingzhi did this on purpose, to keep her elegant image! Eat it!

I went to the bathroom twelve times during the meal, but it’s not like she had an urgent need to urinate frequently and couldn’t finish it!

After drinking and eating, everyone suggested going to a nightclub to have some fun, and symbolically asked her opinion. Otomi glanced at Fu Lingzhi reflexively. When hesitating, everyone had already dispersed.

He took her straight to Butterfly Island. She was familiar with the name. In the past, when she didn't want to go back to the villa after work, she would ask Ni Leitong to sit there and have a drink. It was very quiet there, not an ordinary place of sensuality.

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Recalling the past, Otoya couldn't help but feel melancholy. Ni Leitong, her friendship. The most shameless thing in the world is sincerity. At that moment, it will change.

When she got off the car, Otoya's bag got caught on the car door. The neon lights were weird. She couldn't get it off even after carefully trying to fix it for a long time. Her colleagues all went in, and she was worried like a fool. It was so cold in the early winter night.

let people

Wanting to shed tears, Otoya trembled with his hands and suddenly became impatient. As he pulled and pulled, a long lock of curly hair fell in front of him and got stuck in the gap between the bag zipper and the car door. Otoya sighed,

She really wants to smash things!

The moment she raised her black patent leather high heels and was about to kick the car door, she reached out and felt a strong warmth hit her, and then a hand that was so cold that it made her heart tremble.

Breathing stagnant, Otoya swallowed reflexively. She looked down and saw those slender hands that made her feel at ease even though they were pale in the night wind. Then there was the clear smell of tobacco, a strong manly scent, which made her tremble.

What her back touched was his thin and tight bones, which were very familiar. She would crazily miss the smell that made her cry many nights in Zurich.

"People are getting more and more mature, why are you getting more and more angry?" It's like sighing, more like pampering.

This was a tenderness she couldn't bear.

Otoya stood in a daze, his body was like a piece of iron, and he could touch him if he moved.

His head tilted forward slightly, wrapped around her neck, and looked at the bag that was hooked in front of her. He patiently untied it while breathing calmly. The gas coming out of his alveoli was very similar to

The vodka went into her neck one by one. Probably because her skin was too thin, the place where he brushed it trembled inch by inch, and she suddenly felt very hot.

He was definitely being so slow on purpose, deliberately torturing her. Otoya was very afraid that some of her colleagues would come out and see this scene. Her neck was getting hotter and hotter, and the temperature gradually spread to her cheeks, setting off a flush. Even after five years of training, she

She couldn't become a god either, her heartbeat was getting faster and faster. A second before the explosion, she suddenly exerted force and stretched her arms back hard, and he backed away with a muffled sound.

Otoya pulled hard, picked up the bag and ran inside quickly.
Chapter completed!